The village idiot of Las Vegas dreams of the Chiefs in a Super Bowl.

"Hope is a waking dream."

- Aristotle

A friend of mine recently posted a riddle to his Face Book page. The riddle pertained to what I would do first if my parents showed up at three in the morning for breakfast (see the great giraffe challenge). The correct response to the riddle seemed elementary so I answered. Naturally, my reply was wrong. The consequence for my blunder was changing my profile picture to a giraffe for three days and re posting the riddle to my page. Thank goodness, turns out I am not the only dummy in the world. A number of people responded to my re posting of the riddle and a majority were incorrect. I found solace, albeit not much, in knowing that I wasn't the only person who had to change their profile picture to a giraffe for three days.

I was still a twinkle in my father's eye when the Chiefs last made an appearance in the Super Bowl. I liken being a Chiefs fan to what it must have felt like to be a Red Sox fan before they finally ended their World Series drought (86 years). With that said, I can remember vividly going to Arrowhead when I was young, as the years progressed so did my passion for them. I have been quoted many times saying something of this nature. "All I want to see before I die is the Chiefs in the Super Bowl. They don't even have to win; they just have to make it there. That will be good enough for me. You can count on one thing! If they ever make it, I will be there!" Years have gone by since I last made that statement, yet I was reminded of it by an old friend of mine the other day. He said this to me, "If they make it you had better be there. I mean it has only been forty three years since their last visit and let's face it. You have been waiting a lifetime to see it happen."

I am going to venture out on a short limb and say this, "If the Chiefs can somehow get past Peyton Manning and grab home field advantage in the playoffs. They have a decent chance of getting to the Super Bowl. Counting your chickens before they hatch is never a good idea, but hey, it could happen!" I stated earlier in the post how 'all I wanted to see before I die is the Chiefs in the Super Bowl and my intentions of going if they made it.' Here I go again, me and my big mouth. If the Chiefs make it the Super Bowl, which is being held in NYC this year. I will make the trek to the 'Big Apple.' The problem being, at this juncture I have no idea how I would fund a journey of such magnitude. I'd probably have to hitchhike from Las Vegas to NYC, sleep on the street for a few days and then pray a ticket falls out of the sky for me. At the surface, an itinerary of such sounds ludicrous; the thing is, if the Chiefs are fortunate enough to make it to the Super Bowl this year; it would be a dream come true for me. Now think about this for a moment. How often do your dreams actually come true?